Hudson Ice

This was the scene that greeted me Monday morning on my ride to work. The ice on the Hudson stretched in some places more than 50 meters from shore, the most ice I've seen on the river in the three years we're lived here. This scene didn't have the thickest ice sheets, but it presented a nice backdrop with the tall buildings of Manhattan on the left and New Jersey's waterfront cities on the right.

The wind chill this morning - and Monday morning, as well - was 10 degrees when I left the apartment. Cold enough so I had to wear the balaclava to cover my face. The bigger drawback to that temperature is it discourages me from riding a few extra miles to Central Park for a lap or two around the 10K loop. I save my disposable hand warmers for the weekend rides - even buying them bulk they're costly - so I'm not as warm during my commutes. So, an hour is plenty in these temperatures, but manageable. Beats riding on the subway everyday and have some one who is 30-inches wide try and squeeze into a 24-inch seat next to me.